Dirty Boys

Let the BandPlay
 I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit
 (One time for the dirty boys) uh-uh
 Chatham County, bitch
 Yeah-yeah (yeah), (yeah-yeah, yeah) yeah
 I grew up on the old shit, y'all already know this
 I never thought somebody from my town would get noticed
 E'rybody try, but eventually they all quit
 And either went to college or they work up at the saw mill
 Hip-hop country, how the fuck you think I feel?
 Got people lookin' at me thinkin' that I'm not for real
 Bi-bi-bitch, I got four wheels turned down four deals
 Four good buddies, with the four blue flame steels
 Redneck shit to the maximum
 Shit, I'm tellin' my story just rappin' 'em
 As a genre, nobody can even fathom us
 'Cause it's three separate things just smashin' (what?)
 A little bit of country, little bit of hip-hop
 Little bit of rock at the bottom of the ridge top
 White smokin' shit like I'm motherfuckin' Ken Block
 Call it what you wanna, but I'm always makin' shit pop
 RHEC 'til my motherfuckin' heart stop
 I say it 'cause I mean it 'til my motherfuckin' heart stop
 Redneck bone in a '89 rag top
 Yo' boy gettin' famous from a god-dang laptop
 Rollin', lookin' clean like a life-sized Matchbox
 Ex girl hit my line, turned into a missed call
 You can call me Trump 'cause I'm buildin' me a big wall
 Blockin' out you haters while I'm grabbin' on my white balls
 One time for the dirty boys
 Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise
 One time for the dirty boys
 River rats lookin' nasty, smokin' all the joints
 One time for the police
 Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes tryna chase me
 Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
 Puffin' on some green, bumpin' MGMT (ha)
 Every single person who ever told me that I couldn't
 Gets a middle finger from me, and callin' me when they shouldn't
 They're pushy and overlookin', but now I'm more than a rookie
 And makin' my county noticed for somethin' other than druggies, yeah (aw-yeah)
 Dixie flag on the front porch (what?)
 Country boy, hotter than the tip of a damn blow torch
 Fuck a Rolls-Royce, I'd rather drive a Monte Carlo
 With a cowl induction hood boy (hood boy) (woo)
 I'm from the woods, boy, rollin' in the woods toy
 Talkin' slow and workin' ain't the only thing I'm good for
 Tougher than an old Ford, quit sports, still score
 Pickin' up the farmer's daughter, freakin' on the front porch
 Landscapin' shit while I'm rollin' up a whole log
 Last day of senior year, shit, I was too gone
 Knew I had to find myself off in this old world
 And I was gonna yell it 'til a bunch of people all heard
 Redneck spittin' blue flame with the pen though
 Never had a bunch of friends, always had my kinfolk
 Rollin' six deep in the F-150
 I don't need an image 'cause the image came natural
 Small town shit 'til I don't breathe
 A bunch of attention, brother, I don't need
 A bunch of fake friends I don't seek
 And money ain't about shit except for old greed
 And I don't need a mansion by a big white beach
 Gimme a fuckin' double wide by an old-ass creek
 This is how I was raised, and I'll always be
 Southside, Cheatham County, middle Tennessee (woo)
 One time for the dirty boys
 Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise
 One time for the dirty boys
 River rats lookin' nasty, smokin' all the joints
 One time for the police
 Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes tryna chase me
 Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
 Puffin' on some green, bumpin' MGMT
 One time for the dirty boys
 One time for the dirty boys
 Dirty boys
 One time for the dirty boy-
 
 Let the BandPlay
 I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit
 (One time for the dirty boys) uh-uh
 Chatham County, bitch
 Yeah-yeah (yeah), (yeah-yeah, yeah) yeah
 I grew up on the old shit, y'all already know this
 I never thought somebody from my town would get noticed
 E'rybody try, but eventually they all quit
 And either went to college or they work up at the saw mill
 Hip-hop country, how the fuck you think I feel?
 Got people lookin' at me thinkin' that I'm not for real
 Bi-bi-bitch, I got four wheels turned down four deals
 Four good buddies, with the four blue flame steels
 Redneck shit to the maximum
 Shit, I'm tellin' my story just rappin' 'em
 As a genre, nobody can even fathom us
 'Cause it's three separate things just smashin' (what?)
 A little bit of country, little bit of hip-hop
 Little bit of rock at the bottom of the ridge top
 White smokin' shit like I'm motherfuckin' Ken Block
 Call it what you wanna, but I'm always makin' shit pop
 RHEC 'til my motherfuckin' heart stop
 I say it 'cause I mean it 'til my motherfuckin' heart stop
 Redneck bone in a '89 rag top
 Yo' boy gettin' famous from a god-dang laptop
 Rollin', lookin' clean like a life-sized Matchbox
 Ex girl hit my line, turned into a missed call
 You can call me Trump 'cause I'm buildin' me a big wall
 Blockin' out you haters while I'm grabbin' on my white balls
 One time for the dirty boys
 Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise
 One time for the dirty boys
 River rats lookin' nasty, smokin' all the joints
 One time for the police
 Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes tryna chase me
 Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
 Puffin' on some green, bumpin' MGMT (ha)
 Every single person who ever told me that I couldn't
 Gets a middle finger from me, and callin' me when they shouldn't
 They're pushy and overlookin', but now I'm more than a rookie
 And makin' my county noticed for somethin' other than druggies, yeah (aw-yeah)
 Dixie flag on the front porch (what?)
 Country boy, hotter than the tip of a damn blow torch
 Fuck a Rolls-Royce, I'd rather drive a Monte Carlo
 With a cowl induction hood boy (hood boy) (woo)
 I'm from the woods, boy, rollin' in the woods toy
 Talkin' slow and workin' ain't the only thing I'm good for
 Tougher than an old Ford, quit sports, still score
 Pickin' up the farmer's daughter, freakin' on the front porch
 Landscapin' shit while I'm rollin' up a whole log
 Last day of senior year, shit, I was too gone
 Knew I had to find myself off in this old world
 And I was gonna yell it 'til a bunch of people all heard
 Redneck spittin' blue flame with the pen though
 Never had a bunch of friends, always had my kinfolk
 Rollin' six deep in the F-150
 I don't need an image 'cause the image came natural
 Small town shit 'til I don't breathe
 A bunch of attention, brother, I don't need
 A bunch of fake friends I don't seek
 And money ain't about shit except for old greed
 And I don't need a mansion by a big white beach
 Gimme a fuckin' double wide by an old-ass creek
 This is how I was raised, and I'll always be
 Southside, Cheatham County, middle Tennessee (woo)
 One time for the dirty boys
 Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise
 One time for the dirty boys
 River rats lookin' nasty, smokin' all the joints
 One time for the police
 Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes tryna chase me
 Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
 Puffin' on some green, bumpin' MGMT
 One time for the dirty boys
 One time for the dirty boys
 Dirty boys
 One time for the dirty boy-